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a poem for comment ... Who knows

of ES, but not the comment one of his poems, I want to publish.
volermene not, but the beauty to be shared!

FLUKE 'STILL THE WIND.


still blows through the trees over time, while the sea


overflows from the piers under the rays moon.
is heard the rhythm of nature

sleeping under the stars of another time, under
just another world,
under this and that 'already' past.
Still the world is spinning in frantic
orbits,
where time and '
movement and life and' shadow of death.
Days go by,
the months and years ,............
Passera '
again the wind in the leaves of the trees.